Marvel: Apocalyptic Beginning, a High-Level Game!

Chapter 27 Thor! Have you sworn an oath?

Countless people are debating who is the most powerful Avenger in Marvel history.

Of course, this only applies to the movie version.

Some say it's Captain Marvel, some say it's Scarlet Witch, and others say it's the Hulk.

But they all overlooked one crucial point: before the true endgame, in Avengers: Endgame, the only one who truly possessed the ability to kill Thanos was one person, or rather, one god—Thor!

Yes, his experience was indeed somewhat embarrassing, even comical, but those seemingly shameful achievements contained real substance.

He could fight the Hulk to a draw with his bare hands, but in the win mode he could instantly kill him.

Wielding Stormbreaker, in a state of rage, he managed to defeat Thanos, who possessed six Infinity Stones.

As for the later version of the obese character being "beaten down" by bread, it was nothing more than a mental breakdown resulting from five years of decadence.

This former "superman" has ultimately been worn down by time and turned into a couch potato.

In this hypothetical world, why couldn't Stormbreaker withstand even the Power Gem?

More importantly, the weapon wasn't in Thor's possession at the time, and when Spider-Man borrowed it, he didn't gather Thor's divine power to use it.

So, that weapon might just be a Groot branch made of Uru metal, completely incompatible. Otherwise, why didn't Thor just use his father Odin's Gungnir to fight Hela one-on-one?

It's probably because their attributes don't match, making it impossible for them to unleash their full potential, which is why they have no choice but to resort to "real men using their fists."

But one thing is certain: even after five years of awkward decline, as long as Thor is not excessively obese like the original and still maintains a certain mindset, he is at least a pseudo-god-level powerhouse comparable to Icarus!

With a suitable weapon and the right mindset, he's definitely a God-level being, or a true god.

Yes, Stormbreaker is gone.

But it doesn't matter, he has another one here—Thor's hammer.

After all, it was a weapon like his "first love," and he hoped that this hammer could bring back the spirit of that Thor.

With Valkyrie leading the way, she pushed her shoulder, and the warm cave, originally with a strong Norse Viking style, instantly appeared before everyone's eyes.

Even though it was located in the shadows, the interior was brightly lit, and countless Asgardians were drinking and eating meat. Some even went up to the arena to fight and drink at the same time, creating a joyful scene. There was no sense of impending doom like in other places.

Wow.

Shang-Chi looked at the mountains of lavish food piled up around him, and his stomach rumbled involuntarily.

I ate nothing but compressed biscuits the whole way, supposedly to keep my mind on edge. Occasionally I could taste some Eastern-style delicacies made by Hanlu, but in the end I couldn't resist the craving for meat and fish.

At that moment, an Asgardian seemed to read his mind, grabbed a huge turkey leg and handed it to him with a hearty smile: "Have a bite."

Just as Shang-Chi was about to make a move, he was interrupted by Moonblade.

Hanlu stepped between the two, forcing a smile and saying, "Sorry, we don't need it. We were already full when we came!"

Valkyrie was a little uncomfortable with such formalities, but still proudly introduced, "These walls protected us and gave us a safe haven. What we are showing you now is our ancient Asgardian culture."

When Hanlu heard the word "ancient," she wanted to elaborate, but then she thought of the fact that the average lifespan of Asgardians was five thousand years and their methods were extraordinary, so she gave up.

Unlike their relaxed companions, Hanlu and Moonlight Blade were unusually tense, their eyes scanning everything around them.

The message Moonblade received was not good, and it was also vague.

Hanlu searched for the red-haired figure in the crowd, and finally, he saw it—

A dejected blond man sat on the throne.

"My God, is he Thor? I've seen his pictures, he's so handsome."

Kamala was excited and wanted to go forward to talk to the other party, and also suggested that Asgard come along, as it would be safer for everyone to be together.

But they had only taken a few steps when Valkyrie interrupted them: "Can't you tell he's very melancholy? He doesn't talk to anyone."

As she spoke, she looked at the man on the throne, her gaze filled with longing—

There was a time when she was just as dejected, but fate played a cruel trick on her.

Without further hesitation, Hanlu stepped forward, walked up to Valkyrie, and gently pushed her shoulder away.

The moment he pulled out that familiar weapon, all the Asgardians stood up, their eyes filled with disbelief.

"Thor, do you remember the oath you once swore?"

The familiar name and the familiar throbbing of lightning power within him caused the person on the throne to move.

He slowly raised his head, and when he saw what Hanlu was holding, he suddenly stood up and subconsciously reached out his hand.

A violent arc of electricity erupted around her, but Thor's Hammer in Hanlu's hand remained completely still, steadily resting in the palm of the Asian boy.

Valkyrie looked puzzled, her gaze shifting back and forth between Thor and Cold Dew.

After all, the previous wielder once said that whoever could lift Thor's hammer was qualified to become the king of the gods.

"Thor! Did you swear an oath to protect the Nine Kingdoms?" Hanlu's voice was firm and resounding.

Thor took a step, his body still hunched over like an old man, but his back straightened unconsciously.

"Have you sworn to defend peace forever?"

Saul tried to speak, but only managed a choked sob, the veins on his neck throbbing, and tears began to well up in his eyes.

"Did you swear an oath?" Hanlu asked again.

"I swear... I did it... I admit it."

Thor's voice was hoarse, trembling with brokenness, "But I have nothing left now."

Father, mother, sister, brother, friends, brothers, comrades-in-arms, clansmen... He should have been an omnipotent god, but now, he feels that he is constantly losing.

Each time he became stronger, an even more difficult crisis followed, utterly shattering his ignited hope.

In that final battle, he lost even his beloved weapon, and also lost two brothers who were willing to go to the underworld with him.

Thor cried.

Such a sight of bowing his head and weeping would surely have been scorned by the Asgardians if it were anyone else, but before him, the last remaining king, everyone remained silent, their eyes filled with only heartache.

"No! It's not over yet!"

Hanlu walked up to Thor, looked at the once most powerful Avenger, and gently placed the hammer in her hand, which seemed to come alive, in front of him.

"At least, you still have the identity of a hero! Raise it! Prove it to us, to all the living people here."

Saul lowered his head and extended his hand as a show of proof.

Before his fingertips even touched the hammer handle, the silver arcs on the thunder hammer resonated with the electric current in his body, crackling and popping.

Just as his fingertips were about to touch the hammer, a crimson light suddenly flashed—the entity hidden behind the scenes could no longer resist.